My Epic Journey

[NYMo100]

I Just uploaded it today, and I don't know if its that good, so tell me what y'all think:




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[vacationgirl36]

great story. Really enjoyed reading. I'm really proud to know you only 13 and have such a talent. Please read you guest book I wrote down some suggestions for you. Keep it up Little Sista...


Love Vacationgirl36.....

[sishxy06]

Hey,gurl!

I juss tried 2 sign ur gb, but it turns out I've alredi signed it. :-D. I realli enjoyed ur stori, and for a first one, it waz excellent! I waz realli compelled bi it, u kno? I seriousli cant w8 4 da nxt part, nd all. Juss a cupple of tips: do u hav ur pix on hi quality? That wud definately improve the quality of the album.

ayt.
C ya l8rz
*~*Sishi*~*

[NYMo100]

I ain't even sho. I gotta go see, cause I was wonderin why they was lookin so blurry, but vacationgrl gave me some tips, so I'm trying 2 fix it.

[NYMo100]

Oh wait, I do. I don't know why they keep coming out blurry though.

[sishxy06]

Wat size do u have the pictures on?

It doesn't matter....I'll go back 4 more newaze

*muah*muah*

[heavensent61991]

I loved the story and for only being 13, that's amazing. I loved that part when the girl was in the mirror quoting all the songs, LOL. The only thing that I saw that may have needed some work here and there were the plumbbobs. All you have to do for that is to type in the cheat PlumbBobToggle. And it will get rid of that for you. Other than that, everything was great. And thanks again for telling me about this site!

[NYMo100]

Dear Everyone Who Read This Story,
I'm sorry but I can't continue it. I've done my best and I have realized that it aint gone work but I'll post everything that I wrote here for part II later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My sincerest Apologies,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NYMo100

[NYMo100]

My heart was thumping, my throat was dry. The door knob turned. I stared down at Doctor Dean’s shoes as he entered the room.
“Well go ahead, and tell me!” I demanded. Abimbola gave me a look that told me to shut up.
Doctor Dean took in a deep breath, “Ms. Williams, your pregnancy test came out positive.”
I could feel my blood pressure rising. “No! Let me take the test again, I’m not pregnant. This is just a mistake.” I screamed. I looked at my sister for reassurance but I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t have been pregnant; it was just a huge misunderstanding. I snatched the clipboard from Doctor Dean and then thrust it back at him.
“Show me where it says that, show me!” I yelled. He pointed at the lines on the sheet.
“I think I’ll leave you two for now.” He said, “I do request that you come in next week for a follow up though. Congratulations Ms. Williams.” He said as he left.
Congratulations? This was a curse. This was the worst thing that ever happened to me. What would my parents say? What would my teachers and friends say? What would Jaheim say? Abimbola stared at me and then came to give me hug. I was an idiot. That was what got me in to this predicament. Why did I care about what Jaheim thought or said?
All these questions ran through my head as I left the clinic and got into the car.
“So what’s next?” I asked Abimbola when we got home.
“I don’t know Simisola, I really don’t know.”
I stood outside and placed my hand over my stomach. I hated that baby inside me.
I walked inside the house and sat down. My sister was cooking. That was her magical remedy for all problems. To her, cooking solved everything.
“I’m going to schedule your abortion for Thursday.” She finally said.
“Abortion? Who said anything about an abortion?”
“Well what else can you do? There’s no way you can keep it.”
I stared at her with pleading eyes. “I want to think about it first.” I walked away from the table and went to my room.
How could I kill an innocent child? How was I supposed to kill my baby? I knew there would be consequences for keeping it, but aborting it just seemed evil. Maybe Jaheim would have an idea. I called him and told him I would come over to his house.




When I came into the lobby, he gave me a quick kiss. “Baby, what are you wearing? You know the kind of clothes I want you to wear”
I rolled my eyes. “Jaheim, we really need to talk.”
A twisted smile formed on his face. “Well let’s go upstairs and talk.” He motioned to get up.
“No! We can talk right here.” I said sternly.
“Well go head then.” He said leaning in closer to me for a kiss.
“Baby, I went to the doctor today.”
“So? What does that have to do with me?”
“He said I’m pregnant.”
Jaheim seemed to be furious. “pregnant dog, I hope you don’t think that its mine.”
“I-It is.” I stuttered. The anger in his words made me nervous.
“No it aint. I know you been with other guys before me so don’t try to put all your d**n problems on me.”
Was he serious? Who else had I been with? The events that happened two weeks ago kept running through my mind.
“I’m not trying to put my problems on you. I never been wit no body else, and you know that. You’re the one who got me pregnant!” I screamed.
“Listen here you heifer. I aint got nobody pregnant! Actually, why don’t you just roll up on out of here so I can have my peace?”
I stood up. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks. “So you’re just going to kick me out?”
“Yep, just like that.”
“You cheap, crusty, piece of nuts. You may be able to have your way now, but God will have his vengeance on you. Baby, what comes around goes around and your gonna regret doing this to me, cause Lord knows I don’t deserve this.” I turned to leave. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t even gonna deal with one percent of the drama. I had to carry it all on my own two shoulders.


FOUR MONTHS LATER

School had already begun to start. I had missed a few weeks but I couldn’t stand going. I was already beginning to show and people were spreading nasty rumors. One girl had the nerve to come up to me and ask if my uncle was the one who got me pregnant. I hated everything about my life. My parents were coming back from their vacation in Nigeria today, and I knew a whole lot of nuts was about to hit the fan. Sometimes I silently wished that I had got the abortion and sometimes I didn’t. Abimbola eventually came around and she tried to support me, but I knew when my parents came back it would be different. My father was a respected man and he probably wouldn’t want people to know that his daughter got impregnated by some “gangster boy.” My parents didn’t even know I was seeing Jaheim.
I sat on my bed and played with my fingers. “Simisola, we’re home!” My mother called from downstairs. Abimbola had gone to the airport earlier to pick them up.
I could feel the fear building up inside me. I got up from the bed and walked down the stairs.
“Is that some kind of joke?” She asked when she saw my pregnant belly.
“No, it’s not. Mommy, I’m pregnant.” I was glad when I let that out, but my fear came back when my mother dashed back outside to get my father.
He came in and paced around the room. He had a very formidable demeanor and I could feel my legs shaking every time his eyes came in contact with mine.
“Simisola, are you serious?” He asked, breaking the silence. I looked at Abimbola for some help but she looked away from me.
“Yes sir.”
He broke into a laugh, “Yes sir? Do you know how much disgrace you have brought upon my family?” He stepped towards me. “How could you be so careless? Your so filthy!” He laughed again. “It will be so funny when I end up on the cover of ‘Africa Abroad’ and the headline will be, ‘Mr. Adeyemi Williams’ seventeen year old daughter, the prostitute, has been impregnated by some common fool.”
I looked at my mother, who stared back at me with eyes full of remorse. “I can’t believe this is happening to me! My daughter has become a common sleeper. Tell me, Simisola, why didn’t you get an abortion before we came back? Didn’t you care about what would happen to me? Weren’t you ashamed of yourself?” He yelled. I chose to remain silent.
“Oh so you have nothing to say for yourself? I will help you. As of today, I have disowned you. I want you to pack up your things and get out of my house.” He yelled, “Go and stay with the rest of your prostitute friends!”
“Yemi!” My mother pleaded. She began to argue with him in Yoruba and I could only understand half of what she said. What I did know, was that it didn’t do any good because a few minutes later I was outside and I was being left alone to fend for myself.
Everything happened so quickly. It almost seemed like a strange dream. Somehow I couldn’t put all the pieces together. Although I was outside on the street I still couldn’t see myself as homeless. I felt as if I had just missed what happened a few hours ago; as if my body was present during everything but my soul was missing and a few hours later it came back.
I walked up and down Main Street. It was the busiest street in town. I was just looking for an alley; somewhere I could sleep; somewhere I could call home.
After two hours of walking up and down Main Street I found an alley with a sofa in it. I moved some boxes around it and sat on the sofa.
“So baby, it’s just you and me. I guess we have to take care of each other now.” I said as I placed my hand over my stomach. “Nobody cares about us, so we have to care about each other.” I started to cry again. Then, all of a sudden, I felt this warm tingly feeling come over me. Maybe I was crazy but it seemed like the baby was responding to me. Maybe I was just tired and I was thinking up imaginary things but that was what it felt like.
“I love you baby.” I said softly, and then we both drifted off to a deep slumber.

At about three in the morning I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly opened my eyes and clenched my fists. Whoever the person was must have seemed my clenched fists and backed away.
“Easy there. I was just trying to wake you up. You’re sleeping on my sofa.” The man said. He clothes were worn and tattered, his face looked hollow and restless, he seemed like he hadn’t slept in ages, but despite all of that, there was something kind about his eyes. His eyes were peaceful, and friendly, and inviting, even calming.
I stood up. “Oh, I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I thought someone threw it out.”
“Well they did, but I took it from the garbage. Anyway, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” He looked down at my stomach and grinned. “Oh, your parents don’t want you any more. They told you to leave, huh?” I nodded.
“Well, I can see this is your first day out here. I don’t usually help people but you seem like a nice girl.”

“First of all, you need some warmer clothing because it can get real cold out here at night. It’s almost like a desert, hot days and warm nights. You probably need a long coat. I’ll look around for you”
I was still scared so I just nodded again instead of speaking.
“I hope you have some type of show talent because that’s the only way you’re gonna make money here out here. Well, other than prostitution.”
The sistah girl in me was trying to claw its way out. Prostitution was the farthest thing from my mind. What even made him think of that?
“Don’t get hooked on anything out here. If there’s anyway of making it, that’s not the way. Don’t let nobody give you any drugs, don’t even drink.” He looked down at my stomach again. “Well I guess you should already know that.”
“Yes sir I do.” I smiled.
“Oh, there isn’t any need in calling me sir. I’ve stooped way below that level. You can call me Reade, George Reade.”
I held out my hand. “I’m Simisola,” He shook it firmly.
“That brings me to my fourth point. You’re a very polite person, but if you continue to be, people will know you’re new out here and try to take advantage of you.”
“So I should be rude?”
“No, if you’re rude you’ll get into trouble. Just don’t talk too much, keep your head low and don’t say please and thank you unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“And when would be necessary?” I asked.
“You’ll know. . . . . Tell you what, you can sleep on my sofa tonight but tomorrow sweetie, your on your own,”
I smiled in gratitude and went back to sleep on the sofa while Reade made himself comfortable on the floor.

The next morning when I woke up and Reade wasn’t there. I was getting a little hungry, but I decided to look around for him.
So there I was, wandering around at five. The world was just waking up. I could hear alarm clocks buzzing and people slamming the snooze button. I could smell the aroma of gourmet coffee. I walked by an alley and heard deep coughing. There was Reade. His face was bruised badly and his beautiful eyes only held sadness in them now. I ran over to him.
“Reade, what happened?” I asked as he coughed up blood.
“Oh, I’m fine. I just got into a little argument that’s all.”
“You’re not fine. I think you should go to a hospital”
He laughed at my words. “Hospital? You really are living a dream, aren’t you? Maybe you haven’t faced reality. You’re out on the street! You’re homeless! There aint no hospitals for us. No one cares about you, or me, or anyone else living on this d**ned street!” He screamed.
I think that was the moment in my life where I really woke up. My eyes were opened that day. Reade was right. No one cared for me. I was homeless and pregnant and lost.
I started to cry. “Reade, I’m hungry.”
“I wish I could tell ye that everything’s gonna be alright, and that you’re gonna be okay. Still, that’s not the case. Don’t let any chance to get away from this pass you by. I wish I didn’t.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When I was about twenty or twenty one, someone wanted to help me. Someone actually cared and wanted to get me off the streets. But, I let her down. I refused to change my ways and now look at me. I’m fifty two and I have nothing to show for it.”
I stared at Reade for a moment. “There aren’t any second chances for us, Simisola. One day, you’ll get the chance to leave this wretched lifestyle, and I pray to God that you won’t let it pass you by.”
I helped Reade up, and tried my best to clean him up. I chose not to ask anymore questions seeing as though we were still strangers. I had twelve dollars and I used that to treat myself to breakfast, since Reade didn’t want to join me.
There was something secretive about him. I wondered if he really was who he appeared to be. It seemed like being a homeless bum was a cover up for him.
I quickly finished the rest of the nasty oatmeal I had ordered and a cup of steamy hot chocolate.

When I went back outside, Reade wasn’t there. I was angry at myself for becoming so dependent on someone I hardly I knew. I needed to make it for myself. Although I couldn’t realize it there was something I liked about him. Maybe it was his sincerity or his kindness and compassion, maybe even his honesty but as much as I tried to deny it, I was attracted to him.
I was almost broke so I walked into a Pawn Shop and sold my watch and earrings which ended being three grand in total.

(Please Note: This wasn't spell checked at all and I'm NOT continuing it.)